Round 2: Continuation and First Contact

Hope my story and pics are better this round!
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Continuation


When I left my hibernation cell I was frozen, literally.I climbed down the ladder as Kyna called me downstairs. I was tired, depressed, and cold. This has been the longest time I have ever been away from my kids. Kyna noticed at least that I was freezing.

"Here," she said, "Let me start a fire." I guess I didn't do enough research to know about fires. I was shocked when I started to sit in the flame when Kyna yelled at me. "No!," she screamed, "You'll die if you go in there, sit around it to get warm." I obeyed, still shaky from my near death experience. "Come sit with me," she said, "I need to talk to you about the mission."


I slowly made my way to the table near-by the couch and sat down. What could she possibly know about the mission that I don't? I was worried. I didn't know this girl that well. Maybe she was tricking me so she could get back to Sloomookoo and leave me here.

"I can read your thoughts you know." she stated.

"What?" I asked surprised, "Only the highest members of council and the royal family have that power!"

"Well remember when you were in training when you were a child, how they said a human came to our planet and killed the newly-born princess?"

"Yes," I said quietly taking this in, "I was about three in Earth years then. It was a big castrophe! The council started to think about taking over Earth and sending people like us to go in secret. I knew about that because my dad was sent there and never came back."

"Well that was a lie." she cut in, "The head council member wanted a reason to take over Earth and so he put me on the streets when I was born. After I had Kli, my daughter, he found me and started making me go on missions.", she sighed, "I thought I should tell you this because once they start sending you here, they won't stop until they have this place taken over. That's why we are here, to see if Earth has resources we can use to inhabit here."

I looked at her shocked, "Wait, what?" I stuttered, "I thought I would come here and leave, never to come back! I thought that they would just take part of Earth not the whole thing!" I gasped, "How long exactly have they been testing this planet?"

"Well years, before you and I and probably your father was born," she sighed."I'm sure you know about those 'peaceful' visits when we moved to Sloomookoo from Slamaki, zillions of years ago. They weren't peaceful. Some aliens came to live here, if they looked enough like the humans, but all of them went insane. It's really sad that the legislature would hunt them down and do that."


I walked over to a painting on the wall. It looked just like Sloomookoo did when we has a view of night.

"It is," Kyna said interupting my train of thought, "He was one of the early aliens to come here. The government found him and made him insane. Apparantly he is very famous on Earth even though he is dead. That picture is called 'Starry Night'."

I looked once again at it. How much did I not know. I was so naive and stupid! Why did I believe the legislature!? I can't stand this pain. This is all in vain. I hope I find him, or I'll just die. I can't go back without him! I can't face that world alone again!

Suddenly I heard human voices!
"Mommy, is daddy gonna come with the beds soon? I can't sleep on the floor!" a little human child said.

"Yes honey, you know nobody has been here for, oh, about 50 years! Everything in here is so old! I doubt they even have decent plumbing!" a grown woman's voice said.

Oh no! The voices are getting closer. Soon the humans were at the door.

First Contact


Oh my! Humans didn't look much like they did on the hologram! The woman kept screaming and saying we were devil creatures. I didn't really catch EVERYTHING she said, but obviously it wasn't good judging by the look on Kyna's face. You see, I am not human-language literate. I do know a bit of English, but not much. The only things I got out of her words were 'devil', 'creature', 'die', 'leave', and 'punishment'.

"STOP!", Kyna yelled in English. The woman looked at her in amazement and fainted on the spot. "Oh dear, what have I done now?" she muttered.

"Mommy! Mommy! What have you done to her! Daddy where are you!", the little girl cried. I felt like crying myself. She reminded me of how far away I was away from my kids.

"Calm down," Kyna said softly,"We wish to see your leader. Can you tell me where he is?"

"L-leader?", the girl sniffled, "Y-you mean D-daddy? He's outside, coming with our beds. Pl-please don't hurt him!" The sight was almost to hard to look at.


"Moraja," she said in our native language, "Go out and get the leader. I must stay here to control the children and explain to the female why we are here, if she wakes up."

I nodded and started to head out the door, "Hey Kyna, move the female to the couch and build another fire to warm the children, it's really cold." Then I walked out the door.

Where could this leader be? I got ready to climb another long journey up the mountains. I was so depressed. All this work and research of human's has done nothing! I couldn't speak to them, I couldn't relate to them at all! That little girl looked at me with horror in her eyes. Oh did she have such beautiful blue eyes, so small compared to our huge ones! I missed Azul, and my children.


By this time I was nearing the top of the mountain I saw a human figure approching me. I got frantic! How was I supposed to explain anything to him!

Oddly though all he said to me was, "I knew it!" and then rambled on so fast I could not catch many words besides 'alien' and 'abduction'.

"C-calm! Take to house!" I said, trying to express the urgency in my voice. He looked at me in wonder and seemed dazed until I said, "Female and children help!" This was becoming very trying for me. I really should lean this troublesome language.

His face turned an even paler white at the mention of the female and children. He grabbed my hand and started running toward the living quarters in the far distance.My feet hurried to keep up with his surprisingly fast pace.


We didn't get into the cabin until dark. When I walked in I was utterly shocked. The female was sleeping on the couch while the child was warming herself and Kyna was hugging the younger one.

"Kyna!" I yelled. She looked up and quickly pulled herself away from the younger child. A guilty expression filled her face as she put her down.

"Moraja, I see you have returned with the leader," she said in our native tongue. The male human ran up to his wife, kissed her, then went to his children. He was hugging them and asking them if they were harmed.

"I don't know why you are here, or what you want, but I suggest you never touch my children again," he said slow enough for me to understand. I could tell Kyna was stung by the insult. Her face was filled with sadness.

"Very well," she said, obviously being slow enough for me to understand."I guess I should first explain to you, the leader, before I involve others in our affairs."
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Yes! Finished, sorry that round was mostly serious! Next round I might add some humor!

Finally done with my round 2.

hey guys, i'm sorry but i'm gonna have to withdraw...some family stuff came up and i've got to focus on real life for a while great contest, TRIriana, i'm sorry i won't be able to finish it. thanks to all the judges for your judging! and good luck to all the contestants, keep up the good work everyone!

thanks again,
Moonstream27

It's been cool having you as a contestant. Thank you for joining!

Continuation...

Lt. Skwint continued exploring the streets of the fishing village for two more Earth hours. She steathily made the circuit, scanning the small shops and businesses. Everything appeared in shades of gray, blue, and green as she peered through the len of the night vision goggles and the rain; but Skwint sensed that her surroundings were quaint and beautiful.

She smiled inwardly as she thought, "Red fog is really going to make this place the center of great Al'binoVanian intellect." She felt that she had learned enough during her initial exploration and started looking for a place to hide her terra-transport. It was safe in the shadowy river while it was still dark and rainy, but its light coloration would be a stark contrast to the murky depths in the light of day.

She ventured down a back street toward the river, lured by the strong stench of rotting fish, and found the village's old fish processing plant and warehouse. She checked the olfactometre dial on her scanner and was surprised to find the stylus waving wildly. "Wow...OL = 2(Pi) x The Square Root of Z/87...the glorious stink is off the scales! Good, good..." She'd found the source of an important ingredient needed to produce a healthy red fog...the sustainer of Al'BinoVanian intellectual livelihood.
Skwint beheld an old, abandoned boathouse among the tall reeds a few septuplets to the left of the warehouse. She quietly waded through waist-high plants and muddy water to the decrepit structure, smiling as she thought, "The High Disciplinarian and maybe even old S'lith himself will dedicate these structures to me. They will name this place "General Skwint the Conqueror Museum of New Al'BinoVa" and Al'BinoVanians will tell stories of how I conquered this primitive little fishing village and transformed it into the great place of intellectual destiny..."
She touched her tele-cator and spoke quietly: "Lt. Skwint to Vessel..."
Colonel Hot-ee responded, "Well, it's about time you communicated, Lt. Skwint. The Earth star rises in one-and-a-half sipsips. You need to find a place to refuel and re-energize. Time is of essence; you need to commence the downfall of the village primitives within the next 48 sipsips."
Skwint groaned and said impertinently, "I'm fully aware of the timetable, Colonel. I've found a good place to hide my transport. As usual, I'm 5 steps ahead of you..."
Hotz released an audible sigh and said, "Lieutenant, your insolence will only serve to delay the mission. You are aware that discipline dictates that the mission is the thing..."
"Affirmative and I'm sorry," Skwint said as she fought to reign in her annoyance. "I'm guiding the transport to this dinky little boathouse as we speak...I'm running on empty, so I'll refuel as soon as I secure my transport. But, there's no way that I can re-energize until I get the first batch of fog-orbs manufactured. I plan to deposit the fog-orbs in the strategic locations that I scouted earlier...and then I'll find the leader of the primitives to issue the final ultimatum."
"Very well, Lieutenant," Hotz responded very colonel-like. He cleared his throat and continued remorsefully, "uh, Skwint...my predisposition for impractical misbehavior triumphed over my sworn allegiance to self-discipline. I express contrition for directing your transport into the river."
Skwint was taken aback that Hotz had it in him to apologize. She answered with newfound respect, "It's nothing, Colonel. I'm trained to expect the unexpected...your act only strengthened my resolve to conquer this village for my planet."
Hotz responded, "Very well, Lieutenant, carry on...and Skwint...be careful. Over and out!"
Skwint secured the transport and settled down among the old crates and barrels. She opened her refueler to grab one of the bland, but nourishing rations and found instead a plate of delectable chocolate treats. "Oh Hotz...you remembered how much I love chocolate!" were her first thoughts, quickly followed by, "Drack-nab-it, Hotz...a disciplined combatant travels on her stomach...she needs nourishment that replenishes her brain processes, fires her agility, and sustains her through battle; not frivolous chocolate that only serve to warm the cockles of her heart!" She devoured the chocolates with relish, licking the icing from her pale fingers as she operated the extractor, infusing the fog-orbs with the delightful odor of dead fish. Skwint re-energized for 4 Earth hours. After meditating and divining the sanction of At-One, she committed an internal cleansing and an ion shower. She dressed in the apparel that D-Geek had provided, threw a few fog-orbs into her bag and set out for the village.

The village was bustling with townspeople and a busload of tourist, on their way to somewhere-else-more-important-than-the-village, in tuned to selling their wares and shopping for bargains. They paid little attention to the silver alien with the big,floppy hat and oversized designer bag as she planted the fog-orbs. Skwint had the distinct feeling that she was being followed. Per her training, she stopped suddenly and whirled around to find herself knee-to-face with a pint-sized primitive so ugly that it was absolutely adorable. It had ghastly rosy cheeks and big eyes that peered at her curiously behind a pair of big spectacles.
"Hello," the ugly cherub said. "Do you work at the carnival?"
Skwint was perplexed as she tried to process the query. As she shook the arachnid-webs from her mind, all she could think to say was "Uh...take me to your leader?"
The ugly cherub's face registered confusion as it stood blinking up at Skwint. A smile suddenly spread across its rosy face and quickly turned into a tiny chuckle. "You're funny. I like your face paint...are you a face painter? If I can get my Mom and Professor Kirkham to bring me to the carnival will you paint my face just like yours...boy, the kids will think I'm way cool if you painted my face like that..."
Skwint frowned as the creature rambled on about face painting. It didn't have the most intelligent face that she'd seen, but it was certainly enthusiastic about this concept of face painting. She interrupted the incomprehensible blathering with a wave of her hand and demanded a little more forcefully, "Take me to your leader!"
The little boy shrugged before replying, "Well, my mom is working an extra shift at the processing plant and Professor Kirkham is supposed to be watching me...he's my mom's boyfriend, though she says he ain't...he's really weird, you know...and everybody's always saying that Mom only puts up with the loony-toon 'cause he helps pay the rent and buys us grocery with his mental disability check...Mom lets him kiss her on Saturday nights...ew, kissing is yucky...she says there ain't no other single men in the village good enough for her...anyway..."
Skwint put up her hand to halt the progression of unintelligible communications spewing forth from the rosy little mouth as his eyes danced behind the oversized spectacles. She heaved a heavy sigh and asked, "Is this...Professor Kirkham...your leader?"
"I guess he is until Mom comes home...but..."
Skwint spoke slowly in an effort to get through to the urchin "Would...you...take...me...to...him?"
"Sure...he's down by the river looking for UFOs..." he said as he turned to lead Skwint to the river. "See I told you that he's weird...says he saw a UFO crash into the river last night with his giant telescope...everybody says that he could've spent his money on something more worthwhile than a giant telescope...you know...like a fishing boat or something? He says that he's been to outerspace with aliens and that they are his bestest friends and that they are coming back to the village for their summer vacation...and that they might go fishing or something and that I could come along too...but Mom says that I can't...oh...my name is Scotty..."

It was midday and the village was already hot and humid, thanks to the rainy night in the midst of summer. Scotty led Skwint to the river, retracing the steps that she'd made in the early morning hours. Nobody seemed to notice that a young boy was talking nonstop with an alien in a big, floppy hat, no less a stranger with pale silver skin. Perhaps it could be attributed to the fact that Skwint's patience was on trial as she followed along, and just like most primitive adults, wore a stressed out expression on her face. At the riverbank, Scotty ran ahead to hail the professor. Skwint hung back, partially concealed in the weeds, to assess the situation and to gather both her thoughts and the overall takeover strategy.

Professor Kirkham impatiently rowed his boat to shore and scolded Scotty for the interruption. Skwint stepped out into the clearing with her laser-ray drawn and forcefuly announced, "Skwint, Lt. Level 5B Jjm8Kll, High Disciplinarian Corp of Order...the mission is conquest now and forever, resistance is futile...long live Al'BinoVa!"
Professor Kirkham rubbed a hand over his chin and yelled, "Is this what you interrupted me for? I have far too many important things to do than to play Martians and Earthmen with you and your playmates! 'Resistance is futile'...gee whiz, can't you kids think of anything original to say or do? Right now, conquest would be an exercise in futility. I've got a UFO to find..."
Skwint growled and repeated, "Skwint, Lt. Level 5B Jj8Kll, High Disciplinarian Corp of Order...the mission is conquest now and forever, resistance is futile...long live Al'BinoVa!" She then added, "Professor Kirkham, you are the leader. Tell your primitive subordinates to flee or prepare to meet their demise in a glorious propagation of red fog for the victorious sake of my planet. I now claim this crappy fishing village and dub it New Al'BinoVa!"
"Pish-pash...everybody knows that Al'BinoVa is dead...Chaos destroyed that red gas-ball years ago. It's now a dull beige...I guess you can say that Chaos licked the red off of their candy! Now, enough of this...run along now and play with someone else," the dauntless professor shrieked.
As he turned to walk back to his boat, Skwint aimed the weapon at a patch of weeds growing beside the rowboat and fired. A crater about 2 feet in diameter formed and quickly filled with river water. The professor stared as a small pool formed and nervously rubbed his chin again before saying, "Okay...you got my attention. Now what was it you were saying?"

TRIriana... I'm really sorry; I'm going to have to drop out. I'm really sorry.

Good Luck Everyone! I had lots and lots of fun!

Earthling: W..w..w..ww..what are you?! Wha…what do you want?
D36: Why….why? Why…does this have to happen at a time like this?
Earthling: W..w..what’s that noise?


Earthling: St…st..stay back.
D36: Its my stomach. Its running on empty. You need to take me to your leader. I need to replenish my nutrition reserve?


D36: Nutrition….replenish….leader…



Earthling: Food…?


Earthling: Here, eat this. It’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Just eat it. Its good and it will stop that hungry stomach of yours.



Earthling:Ms Croftfoot. You have to get down to the museum straight away. Something has happened. We have an intruder.
Ms Croftfoot: …
Earthling: No, no nothing has been stolen and no the authorities are not on their way.
Ms Croftfoot: …
Earthling: Yes, yes, I know I am supposed to call them but I cant. I cant explain it. You have to come down to see it for yourself first. I have seen nothing like it before…
Ms Croftfoot: …
Earthling: We’re both in the office and its eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Ms Croftfoot: …
Earthling: This IS serious and yes I am aware it’s the middle of the night! I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t! You are the curator of the museum and I am sure you don’t want anyone else to hear or see of this first. Just make your way down here now.
Ms Croftfoot: …
Earthling: Ok. Bye.




Ms Croftwood: Oscar…?


Oscar: Ms Croftfoot….! Are you ok? Ms Croftfoot? I knew this was going to happen. I bet you didn’t expect that did you? When the Sim News find out about this, they are going to have a field day. I don’t think anything can top this.

Round II will be ending soon, I'm just going to give Aya Alexa a little extra time to get in her entry after she sent me a PM earlier on, about the timezone differences. Round III will still go up on schedule though. .

uh, hey TRIiana. thanks for giving me extra time but im afraid i can't continue anymore im very sorry but personal problem are coming and fast. also school i drowning me with things so good luck to the contestants. hope to see you again TRIiana in your future contests .

Thanks for letting me know!

In that case, Round II is now officially closed. .

I have been judging and I have to say that the round 2 entries were so hard to judge, they were al awesome.

Meeka, I loved the one where he was looking around the corner. CLASSIC!

Alright! I have two sets of scores, and I'm calling in an Emergency Judge as the third. The next Round will be up very soon. ^^.

Unlike previous parts, Step III will not require two parts - so it's a little less complicated in the respect! Quite simply, this time is the chance that your aliens have to try and fully detail why they are on Earth - any side, personal missions that your aliens have can also be shown here as well. As detailed in the above Communication, your aliens must contact - or try to contact - their home planet and inform their bosses that the Final Stage is almost ready.

The only stipulation is that, at the very end of the entry at least one of your pictures must show either scientists turning up, or the mysterious black suits...

Picture and Writing Requirements
These will remain the same as last Round!

Vampire of Death

Ktbcca
Atmosphere: 10/10
Picture Creativity: 9/10
Storytelling: 9.5/10
Overall Inventiveness: 9/10
Rules 5/5
Total: 42.5

Whatwedobest
Atmosphere: 9/10
Picture Creativity: 10/10
Storytelling: 9/10
Overall Inventiveness: 9/10
Rules 5/5
Total: 42

Clw8
Atmosphere: 8/10
Picture Creativity: 7.5/10
Storytelling: 8.5/10
Overall Inventiveness: 9/10
Rules 5/5
Total: 38.5

Meeka
Atmosphere: 10/10
Picture Creativity: 10/10
Storytelling: 10/10
Overall Inventiveness: 9.5/10
Rules 5/5
Total: 44.5

Sims2controlfrk
Atmosphere: 8/10
Picture Creativity: 9.5/10
Storytelling: 9/10
Overall Inventiveness: 8/10
Rules 5/5
Total: 39.5


MissTech

Ktbcca- Alt Spec
Atmosphere: 8/10
Pictures: 9/10
Story: 9/10
Overall: 9/10
Rules: 5/5
Total: 40

Whatwedobest as Moraja
Atmosphere: 6/10
Pictures: 7/10
Story: 8/10
Overall: 8/10
Rules: 5/5
Total: 34

Clw8 as Bailyn Gem
Atmosphere: 7/10
Pictures: 8/10
Story: 7/10
Overall: 9/10
Rules: 5/5
Total: 36

Meeka as D36
Atmosphere: 7/10
Pictures: 8/10
Story: 8/10
Overall: 9/10
Rules: 5/5
Total: 37

Sims2controlfrk as Skwint
Atmosphere: 8/10
Pictures: 8/10
Story: 8/10
Overall: 8/10
Rules: 5/5
Total: 37


TRIriana

Ktbcca
Atmosphere: 8
Pictures: 8
Story: 9
Overall: 8.5
Rules: 5
Total: 38.5

Whatwedobest
Atmosphere: 8
Pictures: 8
Story: 7.5
Overall: 7.5
Rules: 5
Total: 36

Clw8
Atmosphere: 7
Pictures: 7
Story: 7
Overall: 7
Rules: 2.5
Total: 30.5

Meeka
Atmosphere: 9
Pictures: 9
Story: 9
Overall: 10
Rules: 5
Total: 42

Sims2controlfrk
Atmosphere: 9
Pictures: 8.5
Story: 9
Overall: 10
Rules: 5
Total: 41.5


Overall Round II Scores
Meeka: 123.5
Ktbcca: 121
Sims2controlfrk: 118
Whatwedobest: 112
Clw8: 105.3

Spec Log: Entry Five
Location: Earth
Time: 1800 hours


Finally, after hours of waiting the manager was available. He led me into his office with a confused yet intrigued look on his face and instructed me to sit down in the chair next to his desk.

“So, what’s going on here? I have been informed that you caused quite a disturbance,” he asked.

“I am terribly sorry for any problems I may have caused, but you will soon understand that it is for good reason. You see, I’m not human. I’ve come from a planet called Arc, my leaders wish to take control of Earth.” With this, he began laughing hysterically.

“Sure, sure. And when are the other little green men going to get here?” He asked condescendingly.

“Listen, Sir, you would be wise to take me seriously. Your planet will be taken over by my race; there isn’t anything you can do to stop it. But there are things you can do to make it less painful,” I told him. “If you are unable to handle this knowledge, perhaps you have a superior who can deal with it?”

“Lady, I’m a hotel manager. If you are threatening the existence of the human race you better talk to someone much more important than me.”

“And who might that be?”

“The President, the United Nations, I don’t know. But I can’t help you.”

“Can you direct me to how I may contact them?”

“No. Google it,” he said, cracking a smile. I sighed and slowly stood to my full height, attempting to look intimidating. The man did not budge from his seat and the smug smile did not budge from his face. It was hard to hold myself back, I wanted to punch the stupid man. Leaving the office, I thought to myself how incredibly stupid human beings are. Maybe they don’t deserve this beautiful planet after all.


My next plan of action was to attempt to contact Arc. The only tool for communications I had was my computer, but without being connected to the Arc communications line I had no idea what I could do to send word to them. I had seen telephones throughout the building but couldn’t be sure if I could get through to my planet using them. I began wondering the intelligence of my own people. If they could leave me stranded here with no possible way to contact them how smart could they really be? How successful did they really think this mission would turn out to be? In the end I knew they are all I have so I shook the thoughts out of my head and set off to find a way to get in contact with my leaders. I had some training in technological systems, maybe I could rig something up.


I approached the large telephone in front of the building and studied the various buttons. It looked as if each button had several characters assigned, but I was unsure how to access each individual character. I had seen pictures of Earth’s telephones in my research, but never got a chance to train on using one. It looked like trial and error was the way to go. I gingerly picked up the receiver and put it to my ear. A monotone ringing coming from the phone startled me. I collected myself and began pushing buttons, hoping to get some sort of clue of how the device worked. After about twenty minutes of attempting various combinations and having no luck, I gave up. It would be utterly impossible to contact my planet, the only thing I could do was wait for them to contact me.


I did not have to wait long. The deafening sound of helicopter blades announced the arrival of someone important. It was only when I saw the black hair and green skin of my people did I realize just how important. It didn’t click until a few minutes later that they arrived on a helicopter, meaning they had already been on Earth for at least some time. I was enraged that they could be here and not offer to help me on my mission. This whole thing was so unreal to me. I thought my people stuck together! I thought my people were united and caring. I can see now how wrong I was.


The Arcions exited the helicopter one by one. They were dressed in black from head to toe and even though I could not see it, I knew each one was carrying a deadly weapon. They could be nothing other than the famed Special Secret Service. They were leaps and bounds ahead of my unit, the Covert Forces. If they were already on Earth, why send me? I was quickly losing faith in my people, my patriotism was slipping away. The men began to walk towards me; I could not decipher the expression on their faces. It could be one of glee or hate, it was impossible to tell. I knew I had been unsuccessful in my mission, and I knew they knew that. What if they had come to get rid of me? And all these people who saw me? I had to make a choice right then and there, run or be captured.

I've recieved no requests for extensions yet, and the current Round ends in 9.5 hours! I do hope you guys haven't forgotten about it. :-P

I definitely haven't, just about to load up my game as we speak.

I haven't forgot, but can I have an extension for tomorrow! I'm extremely busy today so I won't have time!

The saga continues...

Scotty was highly impressed with the ‘trick’ that Skwint performed with the laser-ray and marveled at the crater as it filled with groundwater. The professor stared as a small pool formed and nervously rubbed his chin again before saying, "Okay...you got my attention. Now what was it you were saying?"

Swint responded, “Which component did you not comprehend? I detest repetitious expression! That young…er…Scotty expressed that you are the leader of this village, so I implore you, by all that is intellectually superior on my planet, to evacuate your subjects or you all will meet your timely demise!”

“Intellectually superior, my right foot…! If you had half the brain that that lad’s irresponsible mother has, you should’ve figured out that I am not the leader. No wonder Chaos reigned superior over that bleached-out planet of yours,” the grumpy professor responded.

“I would annihilate you for that insult, but that would be counterproductive!” Skwint said angrily. “At least you finally comprehend the spirit of my strategy, Professor! You indeed are the newly deposed leader! Long live New Al’BinoVa!”
“No, no, no…” Professor Kirkham said with an impatient shake of his head, “The villagers say that I’m the ‘Head Flake’ and I’ve got certified papers to prove it! Now, if you think for one minute that any one of the villagers or anybody else on this Earth are leave their homes without a fight then you, Lt. Skwint are the ‘Head Flake’.”

“That’s exactly what I’m communicating! You are no longer ‘Head Flake’! I am! The serenity of At-One commissions us to display compassion to our captives; so I’m giving you an opportunity to gather your citizens and flee this village. Or you can just choose to remain and face certain annihilation!”

“Yeah, you’re right…I’m no longer the ‘Head Flake’ around here,” the professor patronized with a snicker. “Of course, this is not the time or place to discuss annihilation and such. It’s lunch time and if I don’t feed young Scotty, there won’t be any snuggle-time with his mother…now that I think about it, I can use a bite to eat, myself...”

“But this is not the time to re-fuel! You need to assemble your subjects and issue the warning!” Skwint stamped and whined.

“Pish-pash…we will discuss this so-called annihilation over cheeseburgers and colas,” the professor said flippantly. He yelled over to Scotty, who was gleefully splashing in the water-filled crater, “Time to head over to Old Joe’s! Will it be cheeseburgers or chocolate cake today?”

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At first, Skwint was beside herself, but she followed the professor and Scotty up the weeded path and through the center of the village to Old Joe’s Bar and Grill. The cockles of her heart grew cold as she thought of Hotz “blowing a gasket” over her actions. She could already hear the tirade that would flow from his pale lips. He would throw a well-disciplined tantrum when he found out that an officer from the Corp openly socialized with primitives. But, she continued onward anyway, becoming excited with the change in strategy that she was now using to conquer the primitives. The accolades would be of grand proportions. She was trained to expect the unexpected and in her mind, straying from the set strategy would prove to be more rewarding in the long run; especially since chocolate cake was involved. Lt. Skwint found comfort in the knowledge that she was in charge of the mission, not Hotz. She had total control.
Professor Kirkham, Scotty, and Skwint sat at table on the deck overlooking the river. Skwint felt vulnerable for the first time since mingling with the crowd at the market. The professor ordered cheeseburgers and colas for Scotty and himself and a large slice of chocolate cake for Skwint from Old Joe, himself.

Old Joe jokingly commented after he took the orders, “So Kirkham, I see that you’ve finally found your ‘alien’. I guess you’re pretty excited with the carnival in town, huh? They’re really playing up the ‘alien theme’ this year. Shucks…the heat ‘s sure gonna melt all that makeup your friend’s wearing.”

“That’s not make up, you ignoramus; she’s the real thing!” Professor Kirkham shrieked as Skwint growled. “You should be a little more courteous to our extraterrestrial friends!"
Skwint tried to concentrate on the exquisite flavor of Earth chocolate as it melted in her mouth, while the professor hunched over his cheeseburger, slurping and smacking as he devoured every charcoal-broiled bite. The oversized burger did nothing to prevent Scotty from talking incessantly about Skwint’s laser-ray weapon and the crater stunt he’d witnessed. The lack of table manners was certainly reason enough to wipe the Earthly slate clean of the primitives and settles it with a more deserving species. Skwint closed her eyes to avoid witness the bizarre lack of courtesy at the table.

After 3 large slices of chocolate cake, Skwint yawned and contemplated the merits of a 15-ochnon-power-regeneration. The tele-cator vibrated and snapped her back to reality. Hotz was monitoring her coordinates and was probably upset that she’d settled in one place for too long. Quite frankly, the chocolate coursing through her system warmed the cockles of her heart and she really didn’t care what he thought at that moment. However, she was a conscientious combatant and she needed to continue the mission.

She needed a strategy to get back to the original strategy; so without much strategy wasted, Skwint announced: “Time is of essence. I must re-commence the mission of total conquest for New Al’BinoVa. Professor, you need to evacuate your subjects! My transport is equipped with a satellite dish. You will enter my terra-transport and issue the decree to flee or die via the broadcast satellites that you primitives have placed in orbit. That way you will reach the audience outside of this village, too. I may as well ‘fog-up’ more than this dinky little village while I’m at it.”

“I’ll enter your terra-transport to take a look at your technology, but I will not issue a decree of any sort. I’m not the leader…” Professor Kirkham said continuing his stubborn stand as he leaned back to pat his tummy.

“At the risk of repetition, which I deplore…I know you’re not the leader…you’ve already been deposed. Except for the sake of the serene At-One, I’d melt you into the miserable puddle of humanity that you are. But discipline dictates that the mission is the thing and your demise at this time is not the thing,” Skwint said with a sleepy wave of her hand.

“What exactly is this mission-thing that you keep harping on, Lieutenant?” Professor Kirkham asked as he picked his teeth with his ketchup-encrusted thumb.

“I’m sure it’s beyond your comprehension, but I’ll try to explain it as we travel to the transport. Time is of essence, you know.”

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As the trio walked from the center of the village toward the fish processing plant, Lt. Skwint gave a brief explanation of her mission:

“The mission is to colonize this village with the best and brightest Al’BinoVanians. It’s nothing personal against you or human-kind. We require red fog to perpetuate our intellectual processes which is essential to Al’BinoVanian survival into infinity. Your planet, with its holes in the ozone layer and its abundance of wonderful variety of pollutants is conducive to the propagation of our intelligence through layers of red fog. Al’BinoVanians battled and defeated Chaos, but Chaos’ penchant for disorder and lack of intellect remains. It’s slowly and vigorously inhaling the glorious red fog that surrounds my planet and everything is becoming quite clear. We, as Al’BinoVanians are evolving into a bunch of fickles. Some are even resorting to such bizarre behaviors as thinking in terms of ‘green’, which clashes horribly with the redness of our beloved fog. This ‘green’ consumes the fog micron by micron. We will commence our life saving strategy by overtaking this village and all its fishy glory in an aggressive promotion of intellect and to establish New Al’BinoVa. This village will be the center of Al’BinoVanian intellect.

“Resistance if futile; the strategy is already in effect; you cannot diffuse it or in anyway contain it. I can only offer you, the former leader, an opportunity to evacuate your subordinates or face certain obliteration. Your kind cannot survive the glorious red fog. Your short-term future is guaranteed, though…elsewhere…producing more pollutants and nourishing our fogs. In the long-term, you will self-destruct, while we of highest intelligence perpetuate now and forever more.”

Skwint led them to the left side of the processing plant/warehouse and took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. She quickly led the Professor Kirkham and Scotty through the mud and reeds to the abandoned boathouse and into her terra-transport.

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The interior of the transport had plastic-like white walls and flashing lights. There was a contraption filled with blue spheres that looked more like a stack colorful, plastic storage boxes. There were two blue and white swivel chairs occupying the space three steps away from the contraption, and a large, plasma-like monitor, surrounded by large white lights in front of dual consoles. Skwint dropped her bag and the floppy hat on a counter by the door, going straight to a remote control device to touch a series of buttons, while Professor Kirkham and Scotty looked around in awe.

The screen scrambled and popped with black and gray pixels while the audio snaps and crackles. After a couple of Earth seconds, the screen displayed the visage of Colonel Hot-ee peering at the trio with unadulterated irritation registering in his clear blue eyes.
“Lieutenant Skwint…! Where the…what the…I’ve been desperately attempting to communicate with you…” Colonel Hot-ee began, only to be interrupted by Skwint.

“Lt. Skwint reporting, Colonel… two-thirds of the mission is completed.”

Scotty said with total excitement, “This is a great, big video game machine. What games do you have? I want to play. Can we play…please…please…I’ll let you win…boy, this is so cool…I like your camper; I want one like this! Mom can’t afford one on her salary…Professor Kirkham will you buy us a videogame camper? What happens if I touch this button?” The professor wisely grabbed the little boy’s hand and gestured to him not to touch anything.

“Skwint… that is a primitive! What out of this world…I’m actually seeing primitives in your transport…”

“Colonel Hot-ee, this is the former leader and he’s a prisoner-of-war. I have brought him and one of his smaller minions to the terra-transport so that he can publicly decree to his primitives to flee or face their own demise by satellite,” Skwint announced with unsuppressed pride.

“I am not your prisoner-of-war, Lieutenant!” the professor yelled in defiance.“And for the last time, I am not the leader!”

“Sit, Professor! Of course you are not the leader! I’m the ‘Head Flake’ and you are my prisoner! Resistance is futile, remember? Sit down and shut up! You will speak to your subjects in just one sipsip! Your reign as leader is over…long live Al’BinoVa!” Skwint screeched.

“I will not sit down nor will I shut up! You have one raw nerve to think that I’ll take orders from the likes of you…you pollution-craving, obsolete, daughter-of-a-half-witted-laser-ray! Earth will never be taken! You thought Chaos was a something; well just imagine what we can do to you with our nukes! We’ll blast you and that chrome dome on the other side of that monitor out of our world!” Professor Kirkham spat out, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive pose.

“SKWINT…!!!” Hotz screamed from the monitor.

“You will sit your posterior sector in that seat and prepare the speech of all speeches to your subjects! We will telecommunicate it by satellite to all of your primitives in one sipsip! The chronographic display is clicking! Time is of essence! You now have less than 36 sipsips to leave or die! The choice is yours as the deposed leader, Professor!” Skwint argued back, with her hands on her hips.

“Quiet, Skwint! It seems that we’ve been detected by the space station and we will have to flee…I mean…soar to the dark side of Earth’s Lunar Unit! We will need to terminate communications to keep you safe. Contact the High Disciplinarian at 555-34A-18-397LP for reinforcements! I can’t believe that you tainted your transport with those nasty primitives! Where’s the discipline, Lieutenant?” Colonel Hot-ee asked with despair.

“I’ve captured the leader, okay? Look Hotz…Colonel Hot-ee…I’ve got this! Go on to the dark side of the lunar unit. I’ll launch the final third of the mission after I get reinforcements...for you,” Skwint said with confidence.

“That’s good, good! Complete the mission for Al’BinoVa…and for me! Commence the final third…NOW!” Hotz commanded before the monitor fizzled.

The communication with the vessel ended and though Skwint held her composure, her mind was spinning out of control. The events, as they unfolded, were not part of the mission and in no way part of the strategy. She thought, “Drack-nab-it! Now, what was that number…?” Skwint realized that the professor and Scotty were watching her curiously. So she cleared her throat and said as cordially as she could, “Uh…where’s my hospitality? Please have a seat, Professor…Uh…I’ve got to phone home…I’m sure that we can reach a compromise that will allow me to complete my mission?”

“A compromise…? My right foot, Lieutenant! Your time is up. If THEY have detected your mother ship, then more than likely, THEY have detected you! Like I said, Earth will never be overtaken! Go ahead…phone home you, E.T…tell your precious Al’BinoVanians ‘good-bye’. To quote the great Klingons of Sci-Fi television: “Today is a great day to die…” THEY know everything about everybody…even a stupid alien who thinks she can single-handedly conquer this pathetic little fishing village,” Professor Kirkham said with a sinister laugh as he took a seat. He seemed elated to watch the scene play out from a front row seat, while a bored Scotty wander over to look at the colorful buttons on one of the consoles.

Skwint touched a series of buttons on the remote control device and received no response on the monitor. She ran over to the silver orbed pedestals and rotated both of them 500 degrees counter chronographic-wise and then hurried back to touch the buttons again. All that she could produce was an audible to the High Disciplinarian.

“Lt. Skwint to the High Disciplinarian…”

“Lt. Skwint, don’t tell me that you completed the mission...and in record time. It’s just as I calculated,” HD answered proudly. “That’s why you were chosen…you’re a great combatant…you've saved our heads!”

“Hotz is under attack…” Skwint said with urgency. “Send reinforcements…dark side of the Earth Lunar Unit…save Hotz! I am commencing the attack…post haste!”

Before the High Disciplinarian could respond, a loud crash and two loud thumps, following a softer thump sounded from the top of the terra-transport. Two dark-suited men in dark glasses burst through the door of the terra-transport and held Skwint at bay. A woman dressed in a dark suit and sensible heels stepped through the door, next. Though her visage was innocuous, she was brandishing ominous weapons in both hands.

The woman smiled triumphantly at Professor Kirkham as she spoke, “Good job, Boo-Boo! This is the real thing this time! You’ll get a kissy-kiss on Friday and Saturday night this week!”

“Mom…?” Scotty said with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Awesome stuff so far! I'll grant an extension, and the Final Round will go up ASAP once the last of the Round III entries are recieved.

Oscar: Are you ok Miss Croftfoot?
Miss Croftfoot: Urgh…what happened? Oscar…I thought I saw a green looking alien not long ago. I must be seeing things and overworking myself.
Oscar: Nope, you did actually see a green alien. We both did. You screamed and then fainted. In fact, our green friend is still here. It's just standing there in the corner. Surprisingly, it hasn’t attacked us but it does keep looking at everything with great interest, especially you.
Miss Croftfoot: What?! You mean I didn’t image it? I’ve got to think....think, think, think. We need to do something quick. We can't let anyone know.


Miss Croftfoot: Oscar, what do you know about the alien? Why is it here? What does it want? Are there more of them? Is it an invasion? Who do we call about this? Will people think I'm…you know…a bit of a quack?
Oscar: Woah..woah…Miss Croftfoot!
Miss Croftfoot: Please…call me Daisy.
Oscar: Ok. Daisy. I don’t know…I haven’t asked any of these questions. I don’t even know if it understand us or even I understand it if it can talk!?


Daisy: Ok. Lets try asking it some questions then. At least it’s a start. Do…..you…..under…..stand….what…I…am…saying…?
D36: Yes, I do. I have understood everything that has been said so far. In answer to your questions. I am D36. I am from a planet called Oylus, millions of light years of travel. There is no way you will be able to get there with the technology I have seen so far. As far as I know, I am the only one from my planet here so no, its not an invasion however as part of my mission, I need to learn about humans and if Earth is a suitable for sustaining life for the people on my planet. At the moment its looking quite promising so there is possibility that this could be an invasion to which no one can stop or it'll end in their demise.


Oscar: *whispers* Did you hear that thing…?
Daisy: *whispers* Yes, we need to get it out of here. We can't have it stay in the museum.
Oscar: *whispers* It's talking about invading us.
Daisy: *whispers* I’ll hide him at my place . It's not far from here. You try to contact the relevant alien people or authorities without sounding like you’re complete fruit loop. Try not to be obvious about it though ok?

Daisy: Ummm….D36. I need to you to come with me. I’m going to take you to my place. The reason for this is that…well, this is a museum and lots of people, I mean earthlings come to visit during the day. I don’t think they are ready to meet you yet. They…umm…might not be so understanding. We need to prepare them a bit if you don’t mind?



D36: Is this what you earthlings call a house? Do they all look like this?
Daisy: Yes, this is my house and no, not all houses look like this. The basics are the same but they come in vary shapes, sizes and style depending on who is living there.
D36: What about the botanical life forms that you have there? What are the purpose of those?
Daisy: Urmm…you mean the garden? The plants and flowers? Well I am sure they have some kind of purpose but for me they are there to enhance the house, compliment it or just to something pretty for me to admire.
D36: I don’t quite understand what you mean but I will take note of this and report back to my professors and fellow scientists.


Daisy: This is the living/dining room. This is where I eat or sit and relax. Over there is the kitchen where I cook food. That door over there leads to the bathroom and that one to my bedroom where I sleep. You stay here for a moment. I will get you some clothes to change into.





D36: Aliens Inc, Aliens Inc. D36 reporting to Aliens Inc. Am I getting through to you? This Oylimitter should give you my the exact location. I have successfully landed on Earth. I have not yet been able to confirm if Earth is a viable planet for Oylians but I have come into contact with two earthlings so far. These earthling don’t seem as primitive and savage as we thought. I will continue to explore and research. Please relay what you wish…..


Daisy: Were just talking to the microwave?
D36: Micro…wave?
Daisy: Yes…that is used to heat food?
D36: Oh…is this what this device is?
Daisy: Yes, it’s a microwave. I have put the clothes in the bathroom. Please can you change into them. You can't wear what you are wearing now. These will make blend in more.



Daisy: Oh..D36, I fell asleep. Sorry. I guess there was just too much excitement for me. Why didn't you get changed? Did they not fit? The clothes belonged to my grandfather and he was about the same size as you.
D36: Yes…about that….I…urm need a little bit of help. I am unsure how the combination goes. I am not familiar with this kind of earthling attire.
Daisy: Combination…? You mean how to wear it? Its very simple. I’ll quickly show you.


Female White Coat: This is the alien. It was no hoax. This is confirmation that there is life outside of Earth.
Male White Coat: I have been observing it and so far it has not done anything out of the ordinary.
Male Black Suit: The civilian?
Female Black Suit: She is safe. I have arranged for transport to take her to head office.
Male White Coat: How do you want to handle this?
Male Black Suit: With extreme caution. I believe it had intentions of invading Earth. We cannot let that happen.
All: YES SIR!

Whilst we are waiting for the last entries to come in, are we allowed to make any amemdments as I have found horrible errors in mine? >_<

Of course. . Any edits can be made before the Round closes.

Uhh err I'm gonna have to drop out :'(
I'm soo sorry, I just don't have anytime!

Procrastination, work, work related drugtesting, prep for senior pics, and shopping has gotten the best of me. Sorry that I am unable to get an entry together. I"ll have to drop out (sorry again.....I have only ever dropped out of 1 other contest before... not something I do often, nor do I like to do it)

It was fn though....